3 poems I wrote in the last few days


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alright this is one of my sides you wont see quite often

Suicial

feels like pain runs through each one of my veins, killin blood cells wantin to reach my brain

feelings that could drive one insane, but the powers I possess are inane

irate, bane, disturbed, deseperate, vain, , perturbed

lifes made me a misfit, tired of the miss hits,

seems as if when this hand clenches the results split-fists

so, mama dont be sad if u ever find me on my bed with slit wrists

and when its time for the mourning, dont be wandering why I left without a warning

because I did, you were just to busy ignoring, and in my own home makin me feel foreign

It Hurts

as I put words to this paper, tears roll down my eyes

everytime I see u huggin someone else a part of me dies

it feels like a thousand knives piercing thru my heart,

I cant take it anymore its gradually tearin me apart

I find it dificult to carry on but I must preservere

why cant u see everything u ever wanted is rite here

its juss u thats nowhere near,

but I love u more than these words can describe

not being wit u makes me wonder why I am still alive

any breath could be my last but I juss wish it was the one before

I kno u acknowledge my love but u juss pretend to ignore

every second I am awake, it seems useless cuz I am nothin without u

every second I am asleep, I am in heaven cuz I dream bout u

I know I am gonna die of this pain one of these nights

I want myself dead but I am juss too scared to commit suicides

wish I could light up a blunt and forget bout u for a minute

I am sure I'd prolly hallucinate bout u so theres no sense in-it

all u ever gave me was more pain then one could possible bare

made my life a living hell - made me live in regrets n despair

now Im a Atheist- if there was god, he'd hear at least one of my prayers

but dont worry I dont hate you, I hate myself, for loving you

it hurts cause I know the truth, I kno I will never have you

Life's Games

now he's evolved into a beast that never strikes

life's taken the best of him still he refuses to fight

with a tear in his eye he goes to sleep every night

every cloud has a silver shining he wanders wheres "mine"

wonders why he should go on, asks god for a sign

Silence; he gets his answer, he gives up on life

decides to end it for once n for all, so he grabs a knife

takes a stab.. cries in pain, falls to the ground, faints,

he restrains, deaths what he wanted, deaths what he acquaints

Any feedback is appreciated...

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evolve your writing out of the teenage angst phase. Death, blood, suicide, depression are WAY over done and makes for very uninteresting poetry. Ohter than that...A+ for effort.

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